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The trains that
Travel notebook · 8 min
The trains that
leave at night
Notes from an empty compartment, while the city dissolves beyond the glass.
Personal notebook · Vol. I
Andrea
Morel
I write to give things a name
before they disappear.
Stories from the marginsLondonMMXXVI
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Chapter01
Featured · 12 min read
The distance
between two silences
Some places do not ask to be remembered. They remain there, at the edge of memory, like a light left on in an empty room.
“Perhaps leaving is simply another way of learning to look again.”
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Small things · 5 min
The secret art
of Sundays
In praise of slowness, open windows and time that produces nothing.
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Letters never sent
InterludeA
The author
An observer,
before a writer.
I am Andrea Morel. I collect stories, places and details that might otherwise pass unnoticed. This space is my open notebook: a new page, every now and then, without noise.
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